I am a vessel for the storm I carry within, all my thoughts, anxieties and miseries make my shoulders heavy. When it's morning and my eyelids droop with heavy sleep, I'd need some more time inside my quilt. Let me rest much longer 'cause I had a long battle inside my head, with my own personal. That you have no idea about and if I'll tell you, you won't understand what I felt. ㅤ
But, this vessel might overturn and pour. You will be devoured under all this ache, so let me hold all of my torments on my own. When my heart races with every bone of mine quivering inside my flesh and together they rob me off the sleep in my eyes. Let me be awake in the dome of my feelings and in the presence of my thoughts. You'll see, they'll be gone. Before it's even dawn and this time, you'll know what to do for me.